Jimmy laughed alloud. "Crops? Livestock? Have you looked around? It rains all the time here...I don't see how that could work out.." Jimmy gave him a c0cky smile. "Well if you need money....might I suggest a fine Casino?" He held his arm out as if to lead him there. "It'd be my pleasue, young droog." He twirled his cane in his hand and kicked a can acrss and out of the alley. "Now shall the three of us be moving? As it's far past my bed time and I'm quite the young malchick." He tapped the boys foot with one of his boots. "Up we go then, come on. I can get you all the money you'll need and a place to stay for the night." He quickly turned away as a devious smirk krept onto his face.

As the three walked, all Jimmy could do was think. Think of what to do after this, what would happen when he found his so called 'droogs'. Think of how he'd just abandoned his family. But he couldn't show this. He had to remain strong in front of his underlings at the Casino. Afterall, for all they knew he was a highly reputable Rocket Leader from Fuschia with his two Generals. He smirked at this. "Welly welly welly welly welly welly well. We're here." He opened the door and walked into the dark casino, looking around for clues as to how they could enter the hideout. He noticed an oddly green plant in the corner and decided to inspect it. "Ahaaa...clever..." Under one of the leaves was a button. Once pressed, it revealed a hole in the wall. "Shall we go on then?" Once they entered the doorway, the group came face to face with a alrge group of people glaring back at him. They stood behind George Pete and Dim. Jimmy grinned, gripping his cane. "Ahhhh, droogs. No hard feelings, I take it? Alls well and fine with us, is it then?" They glared, not speaking as Dim approached him with his big, gaping smile. "Ahhh, Little Jimmy it is...how'd you've made it this far without your troops is beyond us. But we'll halt you now, we will." He took his chain and swung it at him. Just barely missing, Jimmy lunged back and held him cane out, catching it. He pulled Dim in and gave him a punch to the jaw. "Does thou wish to continue, my dear 'droog?'" Jimmy's grin turned to a smirk. Dim lept back up as Jimmy shoved him to the ground again. George rushed at the group with his knife. He darted straight for Jimmy only to be tripped by the cane. Upon hitting the floor, Jimmy whipped the cane across his knee caps. "What say you, brother? Had enough?" "I'm not your brother and wouldn't want to be with your such actions!" George drew his knife and Jimmy pressed the end of his cane to George's throat. "Watch out...I might slip..." He said this with a hiss. "Drop the knife...and leave." The two stared at eachtoher, hoping one would back down. "Drop it, Georgie..." He dropped it. Jimmy let him up and as he and Dim walked out, Jimmy gave George a hard crack on the back of the head with the cane. "My troops, brother." George held his head and nodded, handing Jimmy his two pokeballs. "Thank you. Oh and to be sure...I don't want to see either of you back in Fuschia...again." He couldn't help but think of what had become of Pete, as he was not to be seen.

Now then...who's in charge here. The remaining group stared as one man raised his hand. There were surpisingly few of them. The man hobbled down, looking as if he could barely stand. "What's the meaning of this? How can one who leads the Rockets not even carry himself?" He raised his hand again for Jimmy to pause. "Them....they attacked us...not too long ago..." "Who?" "I-I'm not sure..." "Aqua?" "No...I'd never seen them. They had strong pokemon. Much stronger than any of ours..." "What did they wear?" "Very....very bright colors. Mostly of purple and yellow." Jimmy looked back at the two in concern. "Either of you knoww hat he's talking about?"

Bah, It's been to long since I've Roleplayed, and since I don't know where else to go to quench my little addiction, it seems I'm coming back here for awhile.

you don't mind if I join do you?

Name: Russel "Russ" Kalmorain.
Profession: Vigilante/Terrorist

Appearance: Tall and somewhat slender for a guy, his face is dotted with stubble, he has a hardened appearance of a disparate man.
Age: 29
Gender: Male
Body type: strong legs, hands and arms built for fine muscle control, strength is just a notch below average
Hair and eye colors: Brown hair swept to the side. Eyes a deep dark brown.
Face type: wears a cautious looking face, very hard to read, he is very alert, and you can see this by watching his eyes as they dart about from object to object.
Other physical features: treated gunshot wound in his upper left arm, the round itself barley got him, and as such did little damage, but it left a scar. he has a few other scars on various parts of his body.
Clothing style: He usually wears a light concealable ballistic vest under his clothes, along with a concealed holster. He carries various firearms, and he prefers to wear clothing that can hide these well, but will wear whatever clothes he thinks will amplify his ability to hide. usually camouflage in the woods, sometimes even Ghillie. in towns he often wears black, or whatever clothing style he can steal that will allow him to blend in.

Speech style: usually soft and calculating, but he can yell like an army sergeant when he needs to.

Personality:
General demeanour: Quiet, calculating, he is trying to move up in the world, and has all but given up on improving it while aqua and psyche reign. and he's willing to betray those he thinks are too dangerous to him. regards himself as a powerful thinker, and is an excellent tactician. Oh, and he fights dirty, utilizing anything to gain the upper hand in combat.
How he/she sees himself:
Best qualities: strategic thinking, thirst for knowledge, researching skills, driven.
Worst qualities: untrusting and untrustworthy to all but a few. he won't turn on you until he's got you right where he wants you.

Background: little known.
Parents: both dead
Siblings: if any, they are dead.
Hometown: grew up in the country, and had a tendency to move around.
Childhood history: Enjoyed learning, learned much about economics in his youth, which in turn lead him to study strategy.
Recent history: works out of the mountains and the wilderness, utilizing survival skills to stay alive, and carrying little with him, he works with various resistance movements, and wants to topple aqua.
Plans for the future: fight, do whatever is necessary to stay alive, would like to see the dust settle so he can settle down and buy a cottage in the mountains before he dies. also wants to write a novel.

Pokemon:

Disclaimer: this role player, when joining "Advanced RPs" has been know to cause: increased gun play, backstabbing of other player characters, and slight plot twists. Accept this application at your own risk.

I'll be gone over the weekend, but Hopefully I'll remember this is here.

General Demeanor: Jet is into martial arts. He is almost always calm and looks on the brightside. He used to hang with extinct elite four and is an exellent trainer
Best Qualities:Calm,Almost always happy, outgoing,samart
Worst Qualities: doesn't care for selfish people and is not profiecint with guns, is stubborn

Background

Parents: Somewhere in Kanto. Probaly dead now
Siblings:Same as parents. Also Kanto Champion Lance was considered Jets older brother.
Hometown: Blackthorn City
Childhood History: Jet and his family used to live in Blackthorn City but moved to Fallabor, where he met his Bagon. His family moved to Kanto leaving Jet on his permission. He then met Lance at Meteor Falls and trained with him.

Recent History: Jet joined the Elite Four at age 16 becoming the youngest member in history. He was a current member and number number 4 and was offered being Champion which was his dream til Psych came in.

Plans for the future: Tak out Team Psyche in order to revive the Elite Four
Pokemon: Salamence
Dragonite
Tyranitar
Metagross

((You two are both in. I'm planning to head to Saffron to catch the train there tomorrow (in the roleplay, duh). Our characters can meet up there.))

Spence gave a glare at the pair who walked out. Because of them, he was spotted, and who the hell knows what's happening in Fuschia now...

He crossed his arms after lighting up another smoke, "Psych. Actually, I don't really call them Psych per say. Elite members of Aqua get given cloned copies of pokemon from the government, powerful ones. They're the guys in the yellow/purple suits. They eliminate certain...threats..." he took a draw, blowing it out, "It's funny they attacked you so late. After all, Rocket's been here for a long while, huh..." he grinned, "They're not stupid, they know where all your little hidey-holes are." He leaned against the doorway. He was talking more to the survivor, not James.

He didn't say it, but he knew something he wasn't telling anybody. As soon as he was spotted with a Rocket member, a leader of the Rockets, Psych went into finding all the rouge Team Rocket locations. Their lives must have been spared when they didn't find anything. It wasn't going to be safe sticking around, they would probably be back, but not for a little while. Two or three days, maybe. "Sorry if I sounded heartless. I am sorry about your losses."

((Sorry if I seem to be leading your character/godmodding with you Thunder.))

"I'm going to find a room. Kid, you coming?" he walked off into the dark hallway. Finding one, he kicked the door open. Fours beds. It was convenient the Rockets weren't coming back. Spence walked inside, pushing the door back to open as it tried the creep back. He picked the furthest bed from the door and sat down at the end of it, checking under to find an ashtray. He smothered the redeye then laid back onto the bed.

"Come out, guys." He summoned his pokemon; Scizor and Swampert. They were fairly sick and tired, they looked horrible. Spence looked down at the medicine. It was rather decent stuff, good quality. He grumbled a bit though. It was of course stolen, which only backed up the quote 'you steal to survive', in this day and age. He proceeded to spray them with the potion. These two were tough as nails, probably even the best of their species. They had been with him for awhile now, about 30 years back. "Get some rest you two," he nudged over to the two beds across the room, "You'll feel better with some sleep, I promise."

As the two pokemon miserably walked over to their beds, Spence got up and walked over to the kid, "You can have these two beds if you like, I'm gonna go talk to James for bit. Could you look after those two for me?" he asked kindly, suddenly looking surprised and chucking, "Ahaha, sorry. I never asked you your name. I'm Spence."

Jimmy sat and thought. He had his hand set on Umbreon's head, grateful it was okay. That was always the upside of criminal work, your pokemon were always taken care of...provided they could fight. Charmeleon stood in the corner with his head turned and arms crossed seemingly mad. "Oh calm down...you're acting like a child." Jimmy snapped to him. "...Mele..." Jimmy shook his head and pat Umbreon again. So...Psych was it? They've begun cleaning out the Rocket hideouts. If this goes on all my men will be...hmmm. Why not Aqua or Magma? Could it be...no... He glanced back as the man entered the room. Midnight, was it? Maybe we should have a bit of a chat... He let out a long held sigh and leaned against the wall, closing his eyes. He did not intend to sleep though, he couldn't with his mind racing as it were. "You two. Behave yourselves." He felt Umbreon nod under his hand and a low grunt from Charmeleon. Jimmy smiled to himself. Glad to have you back...

Jet woke up in his hotel room in Fuisha City. He has been traveling from his home in Hoenn, in hopes of finding a better life in Kanto. He was wrong. The once prosperous city of Fuisha is now poor and chaotic. "Another crappy day..." Jet got up from bed and got dressed. He grabbed his pokeballs on his way out of the room. He then left Fuisha and headed to Saffron hoping they had one thing Fuisha did not have. Good food. Jet looked at the beautiful scenery of the routes. The only things that Team Psyche have not ruined yet. Jet noticed a few kids playing around in flowers and smiled. He sometimes wished he was kid. He then kept walking towards the entrance to Saffron.

Spence took this time just smoking, and patting Jimmy's Umbreon just right. He stepped away to talk again to James.

"Fuschia, by tomorrow, will be in even more chaos than it was before. Elites will be everywhere. I just hope for your sake, your 'loyal droogs' didn't tell them your real name... Otherwise, your family would be in danger, too."

"We'll have to leave tomorrow... Psych will be back. I'll give you until tomorrow to decide, whether to come along or not, to join me." Spence started walking out, he was heading outside, he paused, "Thanks for the medicine earlier, by the way. My pokemon are doing fine now."

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Fri Sep 12, 2008 7:20 pm

Saint_Jimmy

Pokemon Master

Joined: Sun May 06, 2007 12:13 pmPosts: 1343Location: Great state of Jersey

"Jimmy thought, looking down at Umbreon then back at Charmeleon. "I figured it had something to do with you. If not for you, I wouldn't be in this mess." He glared up for a minute, then looked back down. "I'd also have been killed." He sat back on the box and took off his hat, running his hand through his hair. "If Fuschia is really going to be as bad as you say...I guess I have no real choice but to go with you. I can't help my family from here...and returning would be suicide." He let out a smirk. "And what of that Mewtwo of yours? Isn't that of any use? This 'Psych' may be strong, but Mewtwo can stand up to anything....so I've heard. Afterall," He stood back up and but his hat back on. "the former Rockets put it to some lovely use. I suppose that would cause an immense amount of strain on us and defeat the purpose of laying low." He walked into a dark room and flickered the light on. It flickered. "Saffron it is then...might as well get a good sleep." He let out a high pitch whistle and Umbreon's ears perked up as he trotted it. Jimmy poked his head out of the doorway. "Anything else you need?" Charmeleon left to the opposite corner of the room and curled up by himself in the corner.

Spence listened to James, and then to DX. Spence had joined Midnight around his young age. It brought back a lot of memories.

He sighed, and then nodded, "Yeah, you can come along, DX."

His back was to James, "I try to avoid using Mewtwo whenever possible. Unlike the Mewtwo from Rocket, though... This Mewtwo, however, was created by Psych. Whenever I use it, something bad always happens," he crossed his arms, "I don't even know why he was created... The only time it was ever used, was when it destroyed my home town."

Spence placed his arms by his sides. James was right; it was his fault that James was in this predicament, Team Rocket lost, unable to go home. "And, James... I'm sorry."

"Get some sleep, everyone. You'll need your strength for the morning." Spence walked out of the hideout and outside into the rain. He leaned against the building and stared. He had some cover, so he lit another smoke.

((Morning is the next post.))

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Sat Sep 13, 2008 8:31 pm

Saint_Jimmy

Pokemon Master

Joined: Sun May 06, 2007 12:13 pmPosts: 1343Location: Great state of Jersey

Jimmy woke up and immediately checked his surroundings. Hmm...still here... He stood up and walked around the room, seeing the sun shine through a window. "Nice weather...through a window of oppurtunity. Maybe this is a good sign, huh?" He smiled and looked at Charmeleon, who still looked mad. "Cheer up, droog. You know it wasn't my intention for them to take you." "Meel..." It turned away and left the room. Jimmy got dressed and left into the main room, waiting for the others to wake up. HE was tempted to wake them up himself.

Spence, however, was still outside. The sun hurt his eyes. He'd rather it to be raining again, the dark clouds that would block out the sun. He was more of a night person. The younger Spence would've been the complete opposite. He sighed. After so many years, he couldn't remember the last time he slept.

When Spence walked inside, he passed Jimmy's Charmeleon. It was still upset from last night. "Hey...give Jimmy a break, okay? It wasn't his fault, and he is sorry," his pause, before continuing to the rooms.

He walked into the bedroom. DX and his pokemon were still asleep. Scizor and Swampert had been talking to each other quietly and turned to face Spence as he walked up to them, "Feelin' any better?" he asked. Both of them smiled and nodded, "Great. Glad to hear it." Spence smiled too, returning them to their pokeballs. Before leaving, he looked over to DX, turning back. Spence thought he'd better get all the sleep he could, today might be a tough one for him.

Spence walked into the main room where James resided. He sat down in a chair and crossed his arms onto the table. "So...did you mention anything to the other Rockets? What are they doing?"

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Sat Sep 13, 2008 11:07 pm

Saint_Jimmy

Pokemon Master

Joined: Sun May 06, 2007 12:13 pmPosts: 1343Location: Great state of Jersey

Jimmy was now dressed in civilian clothing. He had no hat nor cane. He stared out the window, admiring the view of Celadon City. He missed the sunlight, it often reminded him of his younger years, back before this anarchaic hell. He remembered all the friends he had, all the golas he'd set, and his dream of one day becoming a pokemon master...but those were gone now. Since the outburst of these new teams, the world has gone into complete disaster. The fact that humanity did nothing to save themself or the pokemon of the world made him sick. My grandfather would never have let this happen... He sighed. Once Spence came in he jumped slightly at the sound of his footsteps. "Ahhh...I hadn't expected you...so early." He glanced back at the room. "Is sleeping beauty still down?"

"As for the Rockets, I've told them all and only what they had to hear. They'll be gathering their belongings and heading out in the night. The leader is contacting the group in Saffron as we speak and alerting him of our entry. This should ensure a safe trip once we leave the train at least." HE took out a black pokeball and aimed it for Charmeleon who'd just walked in. He was engulfed with a red light and quickly zapped into it. He did the same for Umbreon. "Well then, I'm all packed and ready, shall we let off?"

((I might be away for the rest of the day, so just bunny me if you want.))

Jimmy gave DX a mock salute. "Good morning, sir! Have a lovely sleep, did we?" He looked to Spence, then back to DX. "Well then, are we leaving or not?" He turned around and made his way to the door. He opened it as a burst of light came through. This made him happy. Jimmy missed the sunlight and often dreamed of it's return. The days it was out were few and far between...it was said to be good luck. "Hurry, before the clouds come!" He quickly made his way out and across the city to the train station. It was a large city, but people were seldom seen. "Where is everybody?" He looked around as they approached the station and walked inside. The train was immense and silver. It was a wonder they'd have something so huge in such a city as Celdaon, but it was leading to Saffron afterall. "Hmmm...HEy, which stop are we?"

((Could you stop leading my character around now... I thought we'd walk to Saffron, but that's okay. I want something big to happen in Saffron, so leave it to me, kay. And also, just a reminder to you Jimmy, you were born when Psych was already in control, but they may not have been as bad as they now are today, so you're okay. BTW, Spence never did say anything about catching the train yet...or that he wanted to go to Saffron... Careful not to mix the out of character with the story, guys. Let's just say Spence mentioned it and let it slide.))

Spence checked the train schedules on the board inside the station. He could see the train outside the window. They had built many railway lines throughout Kanto and some more towards Johto. Ages ago, before Psych, there were only lines to Goldenrod from Saffron, and for good reason. How many pokemon had to lose their homes to build this? He wondered.

"It's this train, it'll be leaving shortly," he turned to Jimmy. He looked sort of happy today for some reason, he wondered why. Looking to DX, "Hey, that money I gave you earlier, could you pay for our tickets please? I'll pay you back, don't worry."

Spence proceeded to walk outside to the train. There weren't many people catching this train, mainly workers, probably who had business in Saffron.

A shifty man wearing a trench coat and hat waited behind a newspaper at the front counter of a nameless cafe in the city of goldenrod. He waited patiently, as another man came up behind him and spent a minute studding the menu, the man with the newspaper waited as the newcomer gently pushed a briefcase being under his chair.

"The locks will prime and begin countdown when turned to 8-9-2 and 7-1-3 respectively. You'll have 15 minutes." the newcomer whispered.

The man gave a slight nod of acknowledgment, and the newcomer slowly and casually left, leaving the briefcase behind.

Moments later, the man with the newspaper, Russel Kalmorain (for that was his name.) Picked up the deadly briefcase and left the cafe. He proceeded slowly, and in a roundabout fashion, making certain that he was not being followed, Until he reached the City's train station. After Inspecting the schedule for a moment, he made his way towards the train, as he was preparing to board, he bumped into an older man, Probably in his late forties or early fifties he guessed.

"Excuse me." Russ said to him, before pushing his way through the various workmen to climb aboard the train.

After climbing aboard, He found a seat in one of the cars, and made himself comfortable. Then he made sure his suitcase explosive was secure, and then pulled out his newspaper.

"There's enough of that stuff to send this thing halfway to mars." He thought to himself. "You'd better make sure you're well clear of the train station when we get to saffron."

((Sorry Crunchy, you mentioned taking the train so I thought you still had that planned. I can edit if you want...oh yeah, sorry for bunnying...my little rocket saga is done XD and now...to unspam my post))

Jimmy looked around awkwardly. Once he heard Spence speak, he snapped out of his daydreaming and quickly followed him. "I can cover my ticket if it'll help." He reached into his pocket. Georgie and old Dim were nice enough to leave us a pittance. He pulled a bit of money from his pocket and briefly showed the two and shoving it back into his pocket again.

Jet stepped into the city of Saffron and sighed. "Better get a room." Jet started walking to the Pokemon Center. Two thugs suddenly appeared in front of him.

"We would like it if you surrendured any valuables and we will be on our way."

Jet shook his head. "I would like it if you two would wear tu-tus and hop around like little girls, but we both know that's gonna happen so..." Jet immediately roundhouse kicked one thug in head, knock him out. The other bolted. Jet chuckled. The world is a wonderful place. He entered the center and smiled. "Excuse me Nurse, where may I find a place to stay?"

The nurse smiled back with a hint of sadness. "There is a place a block down."

Jet noticed the sadness in her smile and could tell something happed bad happened recently but did not meddle in the nurses business. "Thank you, have a good day." How ironic. Jet walked out and headed to the hotel.

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